I'm a Retired Navy Corpsman who works at Naval Hospital Oak Harbor, married to a bright haired girl, take pictures and sleep with dogs and sometimes blog. Enjoying the process of building a skillset where I can fix anything anything animate, inanimate or spiritual.
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Saturday, September 10, 2011

A few snap shots of what September 11th means from friends in blogland what I really found out in this search? That many of my old blogging links are dead or haven't blogged in years. I deleted a bunch of links and need to move some around it looks like. This is what happens when real life intrudes in your cyber life. I've decided to leave the blogs up of those who posted in Iraq but quit when they got home but here is the stories I found about 9/11...

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Tonight, I’m sitting in front of a flat screen TV watching
Frontline on PBS, my dogs snoozing on both sides of me and my beautiful wife
working out on the elliptical on the other side of the room.I have 14 squadron Corpsman, of whom I herd
like cats and spend an extraordinary amount of time trying to keep my programs
at work running on a day to day basis.Life is full and busy, both professionally and personally.

A decade ago today, all I was responsible for was child
support and some other minor bills, not a care in the world other than making
it to my next paycheck.My entire world
stretched out to a dozen or so people, my connection to the world and was
though Morning Edition on NPR on the way to work.I had taken a hiatus away from the world as a
whole and couldn’t imagine anything dragging me back in to it.

Little did I know…

I grew up on September 11th, 2001, a part of my
childhood died that in disbelief.I came
back into the Navy a changed man, I wasn’t the rebel who had joined because he
was running from something at 18, I was a man with a focused goal to do
something that had meaning and had a core of fire burning bright inside of
me.Since, ten years have gone by, I’ve
spent a quarter of that time in a war zone in a country that I was a bit vague
about the location just ten years before but has since become my home away from
home.

With OBL (I won’t spell his name out) no longer in the picture,
much of that anger that I had as faded.Today, I can’t name anyone that I hate and have left many of those
emotions on the other side of the world.Each year on this date, I’ve thought about how much has changed for me,
I’ve wrote about it here, here and here and maybe this year, I think I’ve come
to the point where we need to start working past that event and start healing
and maybe atoning for things that anger made us do.

I for one, am a better man then I was before that day.I love the person I’ve grown into and love
the richness of the people in my life with all of their differences.I still grieve for the loss that day but I
think that it is time for people to start looking at other people as people
again and to once again value human life, beauty and dignity.This glamor of anger that has been cast over
much of the world needs to come to an end because I think a lot of people are
tired of it.Not that I’m going to be
the guy to make it happen but I’m sure there are people out there like me who
believe the same thing.I’m just putting
my thoughts on the internet and maybe some of these folk will too and eventually if
enough of them speak up, that will add up to a voice that might turn a mind or two down a different path.

Monday, September 05, 2011

Reminder to self, when driving Neal (my Toyota Tacoma with
265,000 miles, named Neal because it’s 220,000 miles to the moon and we’re
currently driving back), not to run the A/C when going from a couple hundred
feet elevation to 7000 feet of elevation.

Our trip started out with an almost disaster (or disaster if
you’re not me, even though I’m a corpsman, I have a degree in automotive
electronics).If you’ve ever been to
Sequoia National Park, it’s a small winding two lane road that hugs a bunch of
cliffs and climbs out of the San Joaquin Valley by way of the 198.Currently there’s a 3 mile stretch of the
highway where the construction crews are doing road construction and the road
shrinks down to one lane, there are traffic signals that allow small groups of
drivers go every half hour or so.

I had just missed the prior group and had just stopped at
the light when the lower radiator hose popped out of the radiator with a loud
bang and a cloud of steam.It sounded
like a bomb, making me, the bride and the people in the cars in front of me
jump.I got out, with a rag on my hand,
took off the radiator cap (it was okay to do, since all of the pressure was
coming out of the line that was hanging out the bottom).Then popped the hose back on and tightened
clamp holding it in place and with my head (wearing sunglasses as eye
protection) well away, started pouring water back in the radiator.I had a crowd around by then exclaiming,
“holy crap”, “it sounded like a bomb”, “I don’t know what I would have
done”.So I poured water in until it
gushed back out, let it settle then poured some more in, turned the engine over
so it would not seize up.This is where
I made my mistake, instead of filling it all the way up, I filled it out till
the water gushed out again which allows for cavities of air in the engine.

The light turned and I thought it was okay for a while and
made it half way and the temperature topped out and I knew exactly what was
wrong and pulled over under a tree where the construction guys normally
parked.I guess they had Friday off.We sat in the shade, and let it cool until steam stopped coming out
my overflow tank then pulled the release pin letting the pressure
equalize.When it had, I started pouring
water in till it started hissing again, waited for 15 minutes, added more water
until it was full.Two park rangers came
by and offered help but I told them I had it under control and I did.After an hour of letting it cool off, got
behind the next group and drove the final 15 miles to Lodgepole Campground and
check into the campsite that my wife had reserved.

We pulled in a bit late so all we did was set up camp and I
made chili from scratch, yes, here is a picture if it if you don’t believe me.

And drank a few stress beers and was whipped at Scrabble,
whew, what a day!

View of the night sky at Lodgepole

Over Huntington Lake

In case you don't make the drive

Lake Thomas A Edison

Pretty in the wild too

A few tidbits about Lodgepole, there are flushing toilets
but no showers in the campsite itself.If you’re planning on reserving a spot on a holiday weekend, do it
months in advance in order to reserve the specific campground you would
like.(There is a website which contains
information for all federal campgrounds.Each campground also has a link to information about that site,
including maps of each individual camp site so you know if you are close to a
river, or right next door to the port-a-potty!)Expect all sorts of traffic on holiday weekends for non-reservation
campgrounds, the back up was easily 2 miles.Hint: arrive early to those so
you are not left homeless for the night.

The next morning, we got up, broke camp and made our way to
the to the next camp site at a place called Lake Thomas Edison and I would gage
Neal’s health on the drive down the mountain and if he was still doing alright,
if not, make a side trip home to get another car (or get towed because I was
wrong).Neal was fine, according to
Google maps, Lake Thomas Edison was 146 miles away, we had to drive down the
180 into the edge of Fresno and then back up into the Sierra Nevada’sby way of the 168.Go ahead and Google Map it, that will give you
an idea of what the drive is like, that that idea and add in 22 miles of a
single lane road, going along the sides of cliffs, around hairpin turns and
through rocks at ten miles per hour dodging traffic and loggers and to hit the
summit of 9500 feet then up and down a few other smaller mountains and
eventually back to 7500 feet.Not my
brightest move considering Neal almost bit it the day before but I’ve never
been known for my brightness but made it we did.

I’ve driven some crazy roads in my day but this road took
the cake, in matter of fact, they even sell tee shirts that say I survived the
drive to Lake Thomas Edison.We checked
in at the Vermilion Valley Resort (at Lake Edison) and once again set up the campsite.

Dinner

I'm not the only one who thought the road was crazy

Top of the hill

Made it to the top, half way there

Night Sky at Lake Edison

This place is out in the middle of nowhere, it’s used as a
stop off point on the Pacific Crest Trail and the John Muir Trail and is the
most remote camp ground accessible by automobile.Advice before driving out here, make a
reservation, camp sites are 19 bucks a night, there’s a general store and a beautiful
lake and Mono springs where you can hang out in hot water.Fill up your gas tank at the bottom of the
mountain and top it off again when you get to Shaver Lake at a place with a big
sign that says Gas right before you hit Shaver Lake, it’s cheaper.There a lot of climbing up and down big steep
mountains before you reach your destination and believe you me, you don’t want
to be stuck out here.

We woke up Sunday morning and after that drive, decided to
stay another day. We went to the lake
and played in the water with the dogs, washed the brides hair and that afternoon went on a hike up to
the top of some local mountain and ended the day with a game of Scrabble (I
won) and ended the day typing this long overdue blog post.Typing in front of the camp fire, two dogs at
my side, a beer and a bride the other.This is the life.